Classic Poem

When starbright maidens be to zit
In silken frocks, that they do wear,
The room mid have, as 'tis but fit,
A han'some seat vor vo'k so feäir;
But we, in zun-dried vield an' wood,
Ha' seats as good's a goolden chair.

Vor here, 'ithin the woody drong,
A ribbed elem-stem do lie,
A-vell'd in Spring, an' stratch'd along
A bed o' graegles up knee-high,
A sheädy seat to rest, an' let
The burnen het o' noon goo by.

Or if you'd look, wi' wider scope,
Out where the gray-tree'd plain do spread,
The ash bezide the zunny slope,
Do sheäde a cool-air'd deäisy bed,
An' grassy seat, wi' spreaden eaves
O' rus'len leaves, above your head.

An' there the train mid come in zight,
Too vur to hear a-rollen by,
A-breathen quick, in heästy flight,
His breath o' tweil, avore the sky,
The while the waggon, wi' his lwoad,
Do crawl the rwoad a-winden nigh.

Or now theäse happy holiday
Do let vo'k rest their weäry lim's,
An' lwoaded haÿè's a-hangen gray,
Above the waggon-wheels' dry rims,
The meäd ha' seats in weäles or pooks,
By winden brooks, wi' crumblen brims.

Or if you'd gi'e your thoughtvul mind
To yonder long-vorseäken hall,
Then teäke a stwonen seat behind
The ivy on the broken wall,
An' learn how e'thly wealth an' might
Mid clim' their height, an' then mid vall.